Apparently it has been decided in some circles that pink has some “sinister undertones”:
Abi Moore, the co-founder of the protest organisation Pink Stinks, says: “We started as a reaction to the rampant stereotyping increasingly evident in products and clothing marketed towards children, and the use of the colour pink as a signpost for girls as to what is ‘for them’. We think that this ‘pink’ phase is the beginning of a journey, instilling seemingly innocent ideas of princesses, beauty, fairy tales and sparkles above all else. It limits girls in their early development to conform, be ‘girly’, and look pretty, preparing them for a life of body image anxiety and insecurity ahead … a marketer’s dream.”
So, according to the feminists, pink isn’t just a colour, it represents submission, insidious gender stereotyping and prettification. It is preparing little girls for a life full of kowtowing and compromise.
In other news, there is a protest organization called Pink Stinks.
Seriously: Huh? I live in a freaking pink house — been there for over seven years — and I am as unprincesslike an individual as you’re likely to find outside reruns of Dog the Bounty Hunter. Admittedly, I am not now, nor have I ever been, an impressionable young girl, but if this color is so insidious, surely it would have had some effect on the house’s previous owners, most of whom were female.
And it certainly hasn’t affected this guy.
(Via House of Eratosthenes.)